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you groan, exhausted from a long night.

having gone a million places in one day, your heels hurt and to make matters worse, your lips were chapped.

you flick the switch on to your bathroom, the light illuminates and highlights not only the products scattered across the counter, but also the laundry basket that fell over.

tonight was actually the worst, everything possible had gone wrong. the last thing you wanted to do was laundry.

you grab a pile and plop it into the laundry basket once more, the now overflowing laundry basket tips over once more. greeeeeat.

enough of that, you’ll figure it out in the morning. you open a drawer, and mess the entire organized row of random products up you had only tidied up yesterday. Finally, you feel the chapstick you’ve been needing all night.

ignoring the mess you made for now, in frustration you slam the drawer shut and get back up on your feet. leaning into the mirror just above the sink, you gently apply the chapstick.

halfway done with your bottom lip, your grip loosens and the only chapstick you own falls down to the sink. touching who knows what.

last week a spider came up the drain, you’d rather not risk it….

a total mess, that’s what this night was.

it’s fine, you thought.
you’ll just relax your feet.
and once comfortable again, you’ll go out and buy more chapstick. after all, your lips were still super dry.

you carefully make your way to your room, wincing in pain with each step as your feet continue to ache. once you see your bed, you jump right to it.

you feel the comfort of the soft mattress, your fluffy comforter, and your firm pillows offering just the right amount of support.

you grip onto a pillow to your side and throw it to the lower of your bed, before using probably the last of your energy to lift your foot atop it.

turning slightly, you’re face to face with the ceiling.

alone with your thoughts, you replay todays events. you went shopping, waited for your friend to finish dying her hair…which 10 minutes in your phone died and….

you should probably charge your phone.

you come to your knees, fiddle around in your pockets till you feel your phone. looking for your charger, you come to all sides of your bed searching for the wire to the charger.

only to realize you have no idea where your charger is.

your feet are just barely adjusting, but what if you got an important call and you don’t wake up to the sound of the ring because your phones dead?

after about 5 minutes, you decide to get up and go to buy a new charger, and chapstick. for safe measures.

you slide on your shoes, sloppily tying them. slowly slide on a jacket due to the cold of the night.

after a long walk, you’re outside a gas station. only, you see a familiar figure from afar, the streetlights not making them too visible to the eye. You walk closer, to see one of your friends, Stephanie. most people call her steph.

noticing you, she jolts up in surprise. Calling out, she…greets you.“holy shit is that you? how long has it been??”

stepping closer, “too long” you joke.

“you wanna grab a drink? there’s a nice bar just down the block.” she exclaims. It honestly doesn’t sound too bad right about now…you also didn’t have the heart to say no.

looking back, you try to memorize how long the walk here was. you come to the conclusion, that if the bar wasn’t too far you could safely make your way home.

turning back to your friend, “yeah I’ve got some time.” It’ll probably be alright as long as you just sit down for a while. your feet continue to ache.

wow. just wow.

that walk was 10x longer than what you thought it would be, maybe your friend was already drunk because that was definitely not just down the block.

she opens the door to the bar, “after you milady” she laughs.

not trying to crush her spirits, you give a halfhearted laugh in return.. which is done in a breath.

you sigh and collapse into one of the seats, the bar music clouding your mind.

you order a cosmopolitan, and while you wait your short time a man creeps on your side, before smoothly going to sit next to you.

you didn’t exactly know this man, but in a bar this crowded this scenario wasn’t too uncommon.

“tough day?” his cunning voice lingers in the air.

you swipe your hand up to your hair, relaxing the tense strands a bit. you obviously looked exhausted.

maybe this conversation could do you some good though, “gee am I that transparent?” you snicker.

he smiles a bit in return to your words, while at the same time your cosmopolitan slides to you from the bartender.

you go to grab a sip, and the man speaks once more, “I’d say.” his eyes scan you, looking you up and down. “you’re single?” his statement, a question.

you set down your drink to talk, when all of the sudden a voice from behind you beats you to it.

“she’s not.” the voice all too familiar.

Tord.

“Larsson?” the man speaks before you, no longer looking or paying attention to you.

your brows furrow in confusion, “you two know each other?”

the mystery man turns to you again, “um well…. you see….” after a beat he continues. “you know Tord Larsson?”

just then you get an idea. you smile wide, “course I do, see I even know his favorite song—“

you clear your throat, reposition yourself, and then proceed to sing, “sunshine—“

before you even finish Tord scowls, “EuGH. god..”

“lollipops and rainbows—“

Tord brushes his hand through his hair in annoyance.

“Everything that’s wonderful—“

he finally lashes out, “yes, okay, you’ve made your point.”

you let out a small giggle, and Tord’s expression softens slightly.

you move to take another sip of you drink, and the mystery man speaks again, “Crazy weird, see Tord and I met when—“

“I hope you realize no one actually cares.” Tord takes a jab at him. Despite his ignorance, you can’t help but find his accent pleasing to the ears. Not that you would admit it.

you laugh the smallest bit, and turn to the mystery man again, “actually, what’s your name??” mainly asking so you don’t have to refer to him as mystery man in your head..and because it’d prove Tord’s last statement wrong.

he sits up straight again, “Blake, me and Tord go way back.”

you give a acute smile, “nice to meet you Blake.”

Tord loudly scoffs, “yes, well now that you’re done getting buddy buddy.” he turns to Blake, “you should really leave.”

Blake stares at Tord and holds it, bringing them into some kind of stare off, “I actually like it here thanks. I’m sure your friend here enjoys my company as well.”

Tord’s eyes narrow, “do you have to be so stubborn? I said she’s taken.”

you fix yourself towards the two, both of them breaking the small staring contest. “I’m single?”

Tord inhales as Blake grins, “see she’s single.”

just then, Stephanie comes up to you, clearly already wasted, “WANNA DANCE?”

you swallow, but Tord takes this chance. He pushes Blake into Steph and flashes a passive aggressive smile, “would you look at that? that girl is sooooo drunk, you should give her a ride home.”

before Blake can reject this, Stephanie grabs him by the arm and practically yells to him despite being less than a foot away, “you’re my ride? AWESOME.”

and with that, they’re out the door.

you turn away from Tord, annoyed with the whole situation now, “do you hate me so much to the point you have to eliminate all chances at a good love life?”

it wasn’t the first time he had done something similar.

he walks closer to you and leans on the bar counter, your back still to him. he leans closer behind you, whispering in your ear, “I’m helping you, you just keep going after the wrong people.”

you scoff, “and just who would be the right person?”

it falls silent.

after what seems an eternity, he speaks quieter, “let’s not argue right now, you’re just drunk.”

you finally turn towards him again, “I’m not drunk, I’ve barely drank.” you spew in annoyance.

“oh.” he looks to your drink then you, “what are you talking about? you practically drank the whole thing.”

“what are you on abou—“ as you turn to look back at your drink, his hand goes behind your head as he lifts the drink and raises it to your lips, pulling your head back he makes you drink the majority of it.

he lets go after a second, setting the drink back down and has a smile on his face. “see, you practically drank the whole thing.”

he points to the now, near empty cup he just made you down.

“you asshole.” you turn away, knowing you were a light drinker.

he laughs a bit, it rings in your ear.

he makes his way around smoothly, now in front of you. “you drank it, don’t blame me.”

you glare at him, your head starting to feel a bit fuzzy. in an attempt to avoid him, you make your way up off the seat. “well, I’m going home.”

he grabs hold of your hand, “what? drunk?”

you pull your arm away, “i’m walking.”

he fastens his walk as he walks side by side to you, “that’s still dangerous, i mean you could get like kidnapped or something.”

“that would be better than talking to you.” you walk faster.

he makes his way in front of you, now walking backwards as he meets eye to eye with you.
“you don’t mean that, just let me take you home, really.”

remembering the state of your house, and immediately reject it, “absolutely not, you’re not going in my house or anywhere near it.”

he looks up, considering his options before nodding to the side and look back to you. “oooookkkaay, then you can stay at my house.”

you express distaste on your face as you close your eyes for a moment while speaking, “that’s not gonna happen. I’d rather eat shit.”

but as soon as you open your eyes, you’re getting lifted. your legs wrapped in his arms, ass out.

“that’s too bad, cause you’re coming with me whether you like it or not.” his accent now annoying rather than pleasant.

“put me down Larsson, i can literally feel the blood rushing to my head.”

“no can do.”

your arguments continue all the way till he makes it to his house. locking his front door, he finally lets you down.

you stumble as your feet hit the ground, as your blood comes rushing back to you, you almost fall over. before you completely lose balance, Tord grabs hold of your arms from behind and fixes you upright. “woah there, wouldn’t want you hurting yourself.” he laughs.

your mind fuzzy, you push him off you. “jackass”

he grins, then takes hold of your arm leading you to a bedroom. his bedroom.

he lets go of you as he reaches his room, and you practically fall into the bed. groaning into the comforter.

you scoot yourself farther onto the bed, only to get your leg dragged back a bit.

you glare in annoyance to find Tord with hold of your leg. “let go.”

he rolls his eyes, “I’m not letting you on my bed with shoes on, that’s disgusting.” he looks up at you. “repulsive.”

he carefully takes your shoes off, and so you scoot back up. he drags your leg down again and before you have some time to reject, he speaks again, “you sleep with socks on? how weird.”

you sit up now, frustrated, you take off your socks, “weirdo.” you mutter.

he grins, obviously had heard you. he makes his way on the bed after you get yourself comfortable.

already had closed your eyes, a minute or so later Tord places a hand on your shoulder, turning you slightly before whispering in your ear again. this time, the warm sensation sends shivers up your spine.

“do you wanna know the real reason I didn’t want Blake hitting on you?” his voice deep and low.

without your answer, Tord pushes some of your hair out of the way and places a gentle kiss on the back of your neck.

“shit, you’re irresistible.” he whispers, turning you over.

tired, you open your eyes a bit only to see nothing. it was way too dark in the room.

“Tord..?” you almost gasp out of surprise, he sits himself up. on his knees atop you, one leg goes in between yours and he has you practically pinned.

he leans down and places another soft, tender kiss on you neck, changing from the sides of your neck to your nape.

you let out a breath of pleasure, he grins, this time sucking. your breath picks up and it fuels him more.

he sucks down more, then lifts himself up. unable to see a thing in the darkness, you’re unaware of his next move.

“Tord—“ but he cuts you off. “I wanna be able to see your face, forgive me.” he adjusts the blinds, the moon ever so slightly shines in the room.

his face stares down at you, his eyes full of desperation and hunger.

he places his hand under your chin, holding firmly he pulls your face up. closing his eyes, his lips meet yours.

his tongue teases the outer of your lip, before forcing its way into your mouth. his breath grows heavier.

he pulls away, whispering again. “let me know if it’s too much, okay?” he stares at you, almost panting.

shaken up a bit, you’re unsure of what to say.

his hands move from under your chin, now searching for the ends of your shirt. he doesn’t waste any time lifting it up off your head.

he swallows and takes in the sight of you, before his hands travel down, tugging at your pants.

this time, he takes his time. he slowly slides down your pants, waiting to see your reaction to each inch exposed. your eyes flicker, but once he doesn’t see any objection, he pulls it all the way off.

he eyes you up and down hungrily, before repositioning himself. he makes his way down as he tugs at your panties, then sliding them off smoothly.

the cold hits you like never before, only to be replaced by the warmth of his tongue.

you gasp in pleasure as his tongue inserts. his tongue slides up and down for a moment, giving you time to adjust.

before he picks up his pace, now getting more into it. he makes a move now with his whole mouth, sucking your clit.

you grip the sheets of his bed, and he smiles with his eyes, his lips forming a grin.

he lifts your legs a bit, pulling them like earlier till your knees are bent. now with you closer, he goes at it again.

his tongue moves wild for what feels forever, till it forms a pattern. Tord now spelling his name with his tongue.

you close your eyes as you feel the heat of the situation. “fuck..fuck- shit Tord—“

he flicks his tongue upward now, in a last swift motion. he swallows hard, savoring your taste.

he goes to slide his own pants down now, the slightest bit. almost as if a tease. before exposing his large boner.

he moves his hand down, smoothly running his hand over your folds. using two fingers, he rubs up and down before bringing those two fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean.

he tugs down on his boxers, pulling them down for you to see his large member.

your eyes meet his, and he takes you in one last time before whispering sweetly. “remember what I said.”

he lines himself up with you, before slowly sliding into you. you whimper, and he has to bite down to hold back a groan.

he pushes in a bit deeper, trying to be as careful as possible. with a last, thorough push, he slides all the way in, breaking your hymen.

you let out a louder whimper, as he moans deeply.

he thrusts slowly, your moans slowly quiet down, but before you have time to get fully adjusted, he picks up his pace without warning.

you moan loud, and he fails to hide his smile.

grunting a bit, he moves faster and faster now, not giving you time to adjust to the speed.

between moans, you gasp for air in small breaths. after swallow hard, you manage to speak up, “shit Tord— slo….slower please..”

he slows down to an extent, before grabbing hold of your legs, using your bent knees to his advantage.

he has a firm hold on your figure, leaning in for another kiss.

as his mouth meets yours again, your moans get muffled and he backs away.

the noise of skin to skin meeting dominates the room, and he speaks in breaths. “be a good girl and quiet down so I don’t get noise complaints, yeah?”

you inhale sharply, nodding your head for a moment as you bite down to silence your sounds of pleasure.

he leans more towards you, he strokes your hair for moment. twirls it a bit, “attagirl.”

you whimper, and his hand goes back to your leg, before sliding up. caressing your thighs.

he spreads your legs wider, and his thrusts grow in force. he grunts louder, breath picking up.

in a last thrust, he groans loudly as you moan in desperation.

he fills you with his load, his member twitching and throbbing inside of you. he pulls out of you, cum dripping down your thighs.

he breathes loudly, the both of you panting.

he gets up off you, and up off the bed. he reaches out for your arm, which you don’t reject.

gently pulling you closer to him and off the bed, you fall onto his chest.

he crouches down, leaning into your ear, “let’s get you cleaned up now yeah?”